Assholes
The Waiting Room (Grimed)… We never wanted to be here. No one wakes up craving this, the flicker‑buzz of half‑dead fluorescent tubes, the sour stink of disinfectant layered over body odor, baby vomit, old coffee gone bitter in the corners of paper cups. The air tastes like pennies
Idiots
The Mirror… Vanity is the armor of the weak and feeble. It begins as self-preservation, the trembling need to be seen as beautiful, competent, powerful, and hardens into doctrine. The mirror becomes a weapon; reflection becomes reality. What starts as grooming becomes camouflage, and what looks like confidence is often
Idiots
Trump’s Navy speech yesterday wasn’t a salute to service, it was an SOS from an elderly subhuman allergic to reality. Between rewriting history and declaring victory over physics, nature, and probably a dead golfer’s dick, the only thing missing was the orchestra playing him off the deck,
Democrats
Alexander Hamilton once called the Supreme Court the “least dangerous branch.” That’s cute, ain’t it? Like calling a bottle of whiskey the “least dangerous drink” at an Irish wake. Hamilton thought judges would just sit around reading law books and playing constitutional Sudoku while the “real” branches ran
Idiots
Crime and Parasites… There are certain crimes that should stop the music cold. No equivocation, no partisan parsing, no rhetorical detours into cheap propaganda. A baby’s skull was fractured. That’s the horror, the headline, the alpha and the omega. Dustin Clark, the accused, is not a misunderstood man
Idiots
Civilization doesn’t collapse all at once. It rots in layers. First the words. Then the culture. Then the people. Weakness creeps in disguised as virtue, fragility masquerades as strength, and cowardice learns to scream louder than courage. What we are living through now is not progress. It is not
Idiots
Part IV
Idiots
Part III – Women: Wombs as Weapons
Idiots
Part II - Workers, Not Citizens
Democrats
Part 1 - The Big Lie of Prosperity
Assholes
Chalk as Insurrection It starts with chalk. Not guns, not bombs, not barricades. Chalk. That dusty, fragile powder pressed into the palms of children, dragged across sidewalks in crooked rainbows and lopsided suns. Chalk that dissolves with the first rainfall. Chalk that anyone with a hose can erase in seconds.
Democrats
My Dearest, Once, I thought you noble. Once, I believed you clothed in virtue and crowned with promise. I believed your words when you swore fidelity to me, fidelity to justice, fidelity to the dream that we might stand together, hand in hand, forever a light unto the world. I